Poetry for the blind and deaf.

Upper

Here’s some more rap. I have tons but this one is one of the more meaningful ones.

You wouldnt think id be a rapper based on where i come from

where kids are white and rich and act dumb

where rich kids wish they were poor

because they think it’s hardcore

where opportunities are handouts

but very few standout

where parents buy kids cars

so they can crash and fuck up they lumbars

where fuckers take shit for granted

and if they cant have it they demand it

where the white kids say it’s diverse

but from where im standing it looks like a white universe

well until you hit the bad part of town

where suddenly the colors change from white to brown

sight and sound where i grew up

none of my friends really knew tough luck

its a hard world to escape

but its all these kids fate

to fuck up smoke weed drink chuck up and fail at life

even though the whole thing has been empty of strife

now dont get me wrong i do complain

but i also realize a lot of it is my fault and that’s not the same

if i dont make it, i know it’s my fault

ive made a lot of bad decisions i deserve to land with my face on asphalt

but unlike the others im guna keep on trying

because the worst thing to do yourself is to keep on lying.

Too Fucking Lazy

Figured I post another kind of poetry because that’s what I’ve been working on lately for fun :)

I always do the minimum,

halfway is as far as I ever come,

to me there’s no point in doing anything more,

at this point life seems like one long-ass chore,

all I’ve ever mastered is bs,

I can get myself out of any old mess,

some say I’m smart, others say I’m useless,

either way I’ll probably end up drunk, poor, and toothless,

because let’s face it, Im not stupid or crazy,

man, I’m just too fucking lazy.

I never really liked my own dreams,

always waking up to bloodcurdling screams,

blank faces have always haunted me,

all my life Ive never slept peacefully,

kept awake by the fear of tomorrow,

trapped in my own debilitating sorrow,

should I be scared, confused, or merely confident,

life after all is just one fucked up experiment,

Slug says: God loves ugly,

well it appears to me the only God loves is money.

I’ve always tried to get ahead,

but I keep waking up in the same fucking bed,

my work gets me nowhere,

I’m too high to really care,

Im just sitting in class with my thousand yard stare,

suddenly my whole world goes black,

I’m frozen in time and I dont know how to react,

visions of love and beauty float before me,

and now I cant help but to see everything clearly,

my Dad was always right, I need to take responsibility,

someday settle down love life and have a family,

now listen, it might sound cliche,

but live life, always, like it’s your last fucking day.